Chapter 1065: Hall

Everything around him stopped, the twelve doors stopped rotating, and the illusionary feeling was swept away.

"Which one should we choose?" Bellatrix said, looking a little excited, as if she had returned to the behavior of a little girl, but this really made Harry feel nauseous. "And, was this how you worked before? Watching them spin?"

"This is a protective measure. Each room corresponds to different magic. The solution to the curse is in the hands of different silent people. If someone breaks in and doesn't know the correct method to crack it, the alarm will be triggered immediately," Lukewood said. , "These magics are very old. I know most of them. Only a few have been changed by them. However, are you sure you have cracked the magic there?"

Obviously, for Luke Wood, who works here, breaking the magic of the Department of Mysteries is really an incredible thing.

"Of course, we have confirmed it just now!" said the wizard who cracked the magic circle at the door. He walked to Harry's side. "The shelves in that room were filled with thousands of dusty small glasses. indivual."

"Yes, that's the room." Lukewood nodded and said, "It's behind the Time Hall."

"By the way, according to the information we stole from the Ministry of Magic, where is the prophecy ball?"

"Row 97, just ask Porter to go over and take it off."

"Then what are you waiting for!" Bellatrix said impatiently, "The worst result is to try twelve times!"

"We don't need so many. There are three doors that have been locked for a long time." Rookwood said, "They correspond to the storage of magical relics from ancient times, powerful magic books and famous legendary magic items in history. Everyone is needed. Only the silent ones can open it.”

"If there really is any powerful magic item inside, why don't we grab it."

"That's because no one knows who the three silent men who keep the keys are, not even the Minister of Magic. If you want to investigate them one by one, you need to fully understand the Ministry of Magic." Lukewood said, "And most of the things inside have been damaged. All the magic power has been lost, and all that's left is a name. It's useless even if you get it."

"A bunch of ornaments left in the Department of Mysteries?" Lucius said.

"should."

"But what about what the Dark Lord told me? Have you found it?"

"Not yet." The person who cracked the magic said, "It may be hidden in the Hall of Time or the Hall of Death. Of course, I prefer to be inside the remaining three portals."

"It seems that we have to crack him, but..." Lucius paused, "Before that, we first ask Harry to help us get the crystal ball."

Lucius said, opening a door and pushing Harry inside.

Accustomed to the darkness just now, the lights hanging from the golden chains on the ceiling made them feel that this long rectangular room was extremely bright, but there was no flickering light here like the ones Harry had seen in his dreams. The place was almost empty, save for a few tables and a giant glass vat of dark green liquid in the center of the room, big enough for them all to swim in it, with some pearly white objects drifting lazily inside.

"This is the Hall of Brains." Rookwood said. "With luck, maybe we don't have to enter any scary place. There are doors to other rooms behind the Hall of Brains. If we are lucky, we can go directly to the Hall of Prophecy." "

Before Harry could ask any questions, everyone pushed a door in the corner like Harry and walked over.

This room was larger than the previous one, dimly lit, and rectangular. The middle of the house sank, forming a pit about 0 feet deep. Stone benches descended steeply in rows along the shape of the room, like a lecture theater or the interrogation room where Harry had been interrogated by Fudge, and they stood on the top floor. There were no chained chairs. In the center of the sinkhole, a stone podium was raised, with a broken stone arch that looked ancient and precarious. There was no support from any wall around it, and there was a tattered door curtain hanging on the arch, but it was fluttering slightly in the cold and completely still air, as if it had just been moved.

"This is the Hall of Death." Rookwood sighed. "Although I really don't want to come here, but it is right opposite, where is the door leading to the Hall of Time. It is directly opposite. I did it once."

"There is someone here..."

"Don't talk, Potter, you just need to follow." Lucius said, and the group didn't pause at all.

Harry looked around. Twelve portals appeared on the wall in mid-air. The next second, Harry was pushed into one of them by hand.

It looks a bit dazzling here.

This is the Hall of Time in Rookwood's words. The whole room is filled with beautiful, diamond-like dancing light. Clocks can be found on every surface.

They range in size from grandfather clocks to travel clocks, hanging between bookshelves or standing on tables as long as the entire length of a room. Because of this, a rapid, never-ending ticking sound filled the room, like the sound of thousands of tiny footsteps marching in order.

The diamond-like bright jumping light came from a towering bell-shaped crystal glass dome at the end of the room.

The crystal bell-shaped glass jar, as tall as Harry, stood on a table and seemed to be filled with a roiling, glittering air current. Inside the jar, a small, bright, gem-like object (the egg) floated up and down.

The object was a small hummingbird, but it was not always a bird. At the bottom of its circular trajectory, the bird was carrying its egg. As it rose in the glass jar, it cracked with a snap, and a hummingbird emerged and rose straight to the top of the jar. But as the air current fell, the bird's feathers were soiled and wet again until it fell to the bottom of the jar and was trapped in the egg again.

This time process was repeated endlessly inside the jar. A closet with a glass front, and the wall where the closet was located was covered with various hourglasses.

"Is this the Hall of Time?" Lucius looked at the bird in front of him. "Very good, Clark and Goyle, you two are searching here. You should know the Dark Lord's requirements."

"Yes!"

The two figures left their team. Although they were wondering what they were looking for, Harry remained silent rationally. No one came to save him, at least for now.

"Let's continue."

But before Malfoy opened the door, Harry had a strong feeling. Yes, this was the door, their destination.

The Hall of Prophecy was a huge cold room, as tall as a church, filled with towering shelves. It was filled with gray glass balls. There were small yellow labels on the shelves under each glass ball. Some of the balls emitted mysterious flowing light, while others were blurry and dark, like extinguished light bulbs. More candlesticks were embedded in the shelves at intervals, and the flames were blue like the black hall. The set of shelves closest to the door of the House of Time was the 5th row. The right one was the 54th row, followed by the 55th row, and so on.

The light in the hall was very dim and vague. The candles were placed at the ends of each row of shelves, which meant that from one end, the other end was completely dark. Some of the small glass balls had a faint glow from within, while others were cold and dim. (To be continued)